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him while everyone was home. It just weirded me out.
    “But my bed is so much bigger than yours and doesn’t have Disney princess sheets,” he said, trying to convince me. I snorted. I would never get over seeing Hunter sleeping on my childhood bed, covered in sheets that had princesses on them.
    “I said no .” He pouted his gorgeous mouth and I had to turn away from him so I wouldn’t cave.
    “So I have a question for you,” he said in a different tone of voice that made me face him again.
    “Yes?” He wouldn’t meet my eyes, so I didn’t know what the hell was going to come out of his mouth next.
    “What are your feelings about eloping?” At first I wanted to ask him to repeat himself to make sure I’d heard him correctly.
    “Eloping?” He looked up and nodded, his face suddenly serious.
    I crossed the room and sat down next to him on his bed.
    “Um, I think that if I get married and my mother and Tawny aren’t there, the police are never going to be able to find your body.” He snorted, but I was only half-kidding.
    “Just because I want to wait to marry you, doesn’t mean I don’t want to. You’re it for me, Hunter. You always have been and you always will be.” I grabbed his chin and placed a kiss on his mouth, but he didn’t melt like he usually did when I used my wiles on him.
    “I just feel like it’s so far away and it seems like bad luck to wait.”
    I raised an eyebrow.
    “You’re pulling the superstitious card on me?” He rubbed his arm where the number seven was inked.
    “Yes and no. I just… I want you to be my wife and I don’t see what’s going to change between now and when we graduate that’s enough of a reason to wait. I’m all in.” My heart squeezed at his words. I loved hearing them, but they also touched something else in me.
    Fear.
    I was fucking terrified of getting married.
    Sure, I’d said I would and the proposal had been one of the best days of my life, but actually walking down the aisle and signing a legal document with him? Scared me like hell.
    I hadn’t told Hunter about my fears because I didn’t want him to take it the wrong way. It wasn’t him. It was everything else that went with marriage. The financial aspects and the fact that we’d be so tied together. I just didn’t feel ready.
    Ready to be someone’s wife.
    I just shut down. I couldn’t make the words happen and Hunter, being the wonderful guy he was, grabbed me up in a hug.
    “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up. We can talk about it another time.” He was giving in again. For me. He was always doing so much for me and sometimes it made me feel guilty, but if I told him to stop, he’d just do something even more crazy, like take me on a surprise cruise.
    “I’m sorry too. I love you,” I said into his shirt as I inhaled his comforting scent of cinnamon and warm spice.
    “More than the stars,” I added, because that was the only thing to say.
    “More than the stars,” he echoed.
     

     
    I hadn’t seen my friend Megan in ages, so I called her on Sunday to see if she wanted to hang out sometime soon. I also needed to ask her advice about marriage. She was engaged to her longtime boyfriend, Jake, and planning a lavish (as much lavish as they could afford) wedding.
    She was ecstatic to hear from me and suggested that we meet at a craft store. She was making her own centerpieces and needed supplies. Her wedding wasn’t for ages, but she was doing a little at a time. I couldn’t even wrap my head around what kind of centerpieces I’d have for my own wedding. When it happened.
    I left work on Monday and drove Sassy, my red Dodge Charger, to the local craft store in Bangor. Megan squealed when she saw me and we shared a hug. Last year we’d spent so much time together, but since we both lived on opposite sides of town and had crazy schedules, we didn’t get a whole lot of time to spend together these days.
    “I miss you like crazy,” she said and I agreed.